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Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
ducks! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus!'. [Embracing him.
Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here? Let me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying is,
O heart, O heavy heart, Why sighost thou without breaking ? where he answers again,
use thou canst not ease thy smart,
By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it.—How now, lambs?
Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
Cres. Have the gods envy?'
What, and from Troilus too?
Is it possible?
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
Æne. (Within) My lord, is the lady ready?
Tro. Hark! you are callid: Some say, the Genius so Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.
Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root! .: [Exit Pan.' Cres. I must then to the Greeks?
- No remedy.. Cres. A woful Cressid ’mongst the merry Greeks !-' When shall we see again? Tro. Hear ine, iny love: Be thou but true of
Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
Cres. 0, you shall be expos’d, my lord, to dangers As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true.is .. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this
sleeve. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, '. . '. To give thee nightly visitation..., But yet, be true. Cres.
O heavens !-be true, again! .. Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality; in They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature
And swelling o'er with arts and exercise;
O heavens! you love me not.
Æne. [Within] Nay, good, my lord,
Coue, kiss; and let us part.
Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you.
Cres. My lord, will you be true?".
Tro. Who, I? 'alas, it is my vice, my fault:
And, by the way, possess thee what she is.
" Fair lady Cressid,
Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
O, be not mov’d, prince Troilus :' Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, To be a speaker free; when I am hence, I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, .. I'll nothing do on charge : To her own worth it She shall be priz’d; but that you say--be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour, no. ...
Tro. Come, to the port.-—I'll tell thee, Diomed, This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy bread.Lady, give ine your hand; and, as we walk,... To our own selves bend we our needful talk. ... [Ereunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes. ·
Trumpet heard.. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.
Æne. , ' How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss,"?' That swore to ride before him to the field. .... Par. "Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field with:
him. Dei. Let us make ready straight.
To Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity,
Let as address to tend on Hector's heels: ..
SCENE V. The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed ; AGAMEMNON,ACHILLES,PATROcLUS, MENELAUS, ULYsses, Nestor, and others.
Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting coarage. Give with thy trumpet a load note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant, And hale him thither. Ajax.
Thou, truinpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the cholic of puff’d. Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector.
[Trumpet sounds. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Achil.
'Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
Enter DIOMEDES, with CRESSIDA. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid?
w. Even she. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet
lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss.
Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; . "Twere better, she were kiss'd in general.
Nest. And very courtly counsel: l’ll begin.So inuch for Nestor.
Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome.
Men. I had good argument for kissing once.